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THE    END    OF    LIFE                      329
In my young days,
I had tasted only gladness, But loved to mount the top floor, But loved to mount the top floor,
To write a song pretending sadness,
And now I've tasted
Sorrow's flavours, bitter and sour, And can't find a word, And can't find a word,
But merely say, "What a golden autumn hour!**